Jack was right in front of her on the mucky ground. He turned, offering his hand. “Come on,” he said. “We have to get moving.”
Melissa took it and stepped down.
The air was damp and much too warm, and she was distracted by the incessant buzzing, chirping and hissing of insects in the rainforest. At least, she thought that it was insects making all that noise.
Some of those trees were enormous: towering giants with trunks as wide as her living room. She saw colourful birds flitting from branch to branch. If they hadn’t been in such a hurry, she would have wanted to take a picture.
Melissa looked up, blinking. Thin shafts of golden sunlight managed to pierce the ceiling of leaves. “How are we supposed to find our way in this?”
Glancing back over his shoulder, Jack answered that with a s
